Chapter 5
When I was ready to leave, she accompanied me to the door.
In the dark hallway, she put her hand under my dress, squeezed my cunny and kissed me.
She then handed me a silver coin, again admonishing me not to tattle, and that I might come again.
I opened the door and left for home.
The other boy that I mentioned, as I recollect, lived several doors form us on the same street. His name was Raoul. I liked him very much. He was thirteen years of age, pale and slender and very handsome, with dark eyes and hair. We were accustomed to bid each other the time of day as we passed, but aside from this had held no conversation. Since he was in the same class at school as my brother Jean, and very friendly with him, I feared to attempt what was in my mind.
I felt that he must be very chaste like my brother Jean. He often visited Jean, but he always was so sober and grave that I feared to start anything with him, albeit he was very friendly with me.
He happened to come in one afternoon when Jean was not at home, he and Pierre having gone to the place where father worked to deliver a message. As this was quite some distance, I knew they would be some time and mother was busy in the laundry.
I informed him Jean was not home and he was about to leave. I asked him to come in and stay awhile at which he hesitated. I then fibbed a little, saying that Jean would soon return, and as he seemed hesitant, I told him I was afraid to stay alone.
He then came in reluctantly. We were both very bashful and embarassed. I took him from the kitchen into the living room, and after a time our bashfulness wore off. He said nothing; I also remained silent. I snuggled close to him to which he did not object, but smiled at me. I put my arms around his neck, rubbing my body closely against him. I thought that with this encouragement he would surely feel my pussy or take out his cock and put it in my hands, but, he did neither; simply stood still and smiled. This was too slow; I went to bed, laid down on my back and said;
"Come over here!"
As he approached, I began to raise my dress, saying: "Now you don't see anything." I raised them a little higher. "Still you don't see anything."
He sat perfectly still and showed no interest whatsoever.
I raised them above my stockings.
"Still, you see nothing!"
He made no move, simply smiled bashfully.
"But, now," I called, as I completely uncovered my pussy. I wore no panties that afternoon, "Now what?"
He stood still while I waited; my excitement arose still higher as I realized that his cock would fit my cunt just as Alois' had. I was anxious to see it, to hold it, to feel it inme!
I reached for his trousers. He stepped back, saying in a low, sorrowful voice: "I can't do it!"
"Why not?" as I jumped from the bed.
"Ijustcan'tdoit!" he whispered.
"So show me!" I said again reaching for his pants. "Show me why you can't."
Reaching into his pants, I drew out his cock. It was thin and very long. I noticed that the foreskin was drawn away back on the head, which was a new one to me, but he could stand just as stiff and straight as any of them. I was so anxious to have this lovely object put in its proper place, that I immediately raised my dress, but he fought me off, saying:
"Let me go, I can't do it!"
"You can, too!" I said.
"No, I cannot!"
"You lie, you can, but you don't want to do it." "No, I really can't," he said in a sad tone. I was surprised.
I was almost ready to believe him and was curious to know what was the reason, but still held his cock in my hand. He turned away, however, put his cock back in his pants and buttoned them up again, saying:
"It is impossible, I tell you!"
My anger arose.
"You lie! You don't want to screw! If you really don't just say so, but don't lie like that." He came toward me.
"I am not lying," he said, then felt my crack, but without raising my skirt. He hesitated a moment, then again said: "No I simply cannot do it!" "But why?"
"On account of these damned women!" he blurted out. "What women?"
"I have had to fuck twice already today," he said. 62
I did not believe it. "Who do you mean?" I asked. He repeated:
"Twice already," he said, "and if I fuck you now, I won't be able to get another hard-on for tonight, and she'll whip me." "But who?" "My mother!" "Your mother!" "Yes."
"She will whip you if your prick won't stand." "Yes."
"But why? You don't mean to say that you fuck your own mother?"
"I must," he said, now almost in tears. "These Godforsaken women, they are all alike." "And you have fucked her twice already?" "Oh no. Her turn comes tonight." "Well then, who did you fuck?" "My sisters." "Your sisters?" "Yes, both of them."
"And if I fuck you now, it will not stand for me tonight when I get in bed with my mother and then she'll know I fucked Fleur and Wanda, and she'll whip me."
After saying so much, he decided to tell me the whole story, seeming to be much relieved to confide in someone.
He had never known his father, as he had died when Raoul was a baby. I had often seen his sisters and his mother, who was a thin, scrawny woman, with beautiful black hair and eyes, like Raoul. Fleur, the eldest, was eighteen, a blonde, slender girl, with lots of freckles and well-developed, pointed titties. Wanda, the younger sister, was sixteen, short, plump, with developed titties, and a broad back-side. She had been seduced when only twelve years old, by a book agent, who canvassed, from house to house. Finding her alone at home one afternoon, he had not raped or forced her, by any means; as she was perfectly willing to be seduced. She had started to develop quite young and was at that time already casting eyes at the men.
She told her brother Raoul of this adventure, also showing him how the book agent had done it, and after that they often played at this game.
One day as they were in the midst of their fun, Fleur surprised him.
She stood quietly looking at them.
They hastily jumped up fearing a good real thrashing.
They thought Fleur would tell on them.
She simply asked:
"What are you doing?"
Not receiving any answer, she said no more, but that night after the family had retired, and Raoul was sleeping in the same room with her, she called to him. As he came to her, she asked:
"What were you doing with Wanda today?'' "Nothing!"
"So...? Well at least you had her dress up and her titties out."
"Oh, we were just playing."
"Show me how you played."
As he did not move, Fleur, lifting the covers, said:
"Come in, lie down alongside of me," and as he crawled into bed with his sister, he noticed that she was entirely naked. He at once began to play with her titties which he had long admired.
She took hold of his cock. She was so nervous she could hardly talk.
He had also become very much excited and passionate.
Yet he was afraid as he had heretofore only fucked Wanda in the daytime, with all her clothes on.
As a little boy, he had feared and respected Fleur, the older, and it did not seem possible that he was now here in
64 bed with her playing with her round, warm titties and she playing with his cock.
"Have you often done it to Wanda?" she asked.
"Yes," he confessed, "often."
"Shall I tell mother?" she asked and fondled his stiff cock.
"No, please don't say anything," he begged, but she continued:
"And now you are here in bed with me, playing with my titties and rubbing against me with your cock. Just wait until I tell mother in the morning."
"Oh no. You can't say that for you called me in."
"Like fun I did. Mother will believe me before she will you. I'll tell her that you came over and tried to fuck me, and I'll tell her you have been fucking Wanda."
At that she moved closer to him, again giving him her titties to play with, but as he tried to get away, she held on to his cock and said:
"Stay here, you must. I won't say anything. Don't be afraid. I only want you to screw me too."
At that he climbed on top of her. She pushed his cock away up into her so...that he felt the lips and soft hair-cushion surrounding her pussy! He tried very hard, but she was still a virgin, which made it very difficult. Finally reaching behind her and pulling her to him, he gave one great push...and succeeded in getting in.
He went off at once! After groaning several times, Fleur also seemed satisfied. She then sent him back to his own bed!
The next morning he noticed blood spots on his shirt and Fleur told him they came from her maidenhead.
It was only a short time until Wanda discovered what was going on between her brother and sister, night after night, so she joined them and now he had to take care of both sisters.
Whether the mother suspected something from his pale 65 appearance or overheard them during the night, he did not know, but one night as Raoul had fallen asleep in Fleur's bed, she came in, woke them and ordered Raoul back to his own bed. In the morning she said:
"It is not proper for a boy to sleep with his own sisters."
Fleur said at once:
"He is afraid."
The mother then declared:
"If he is afraid from now on, he shall sleep in my room."
So his bed was moved into his mother's bed room beside her own. At night she came in and then stepped up close to him and hugged him tightly, so that he should not be frightened. She put his hands on her breasts and he played with them until he fell asleep. Her breasts were not so round and large as his sister's, but of course, well developed.
This went on for several nights, Raoul becoming more courageous.
One night she took him to bed with her and he snuggled up close to her and she noticed how stiff and hard his little cock was.
She felt it against her side...felt it quiver. Pressing his hands tighter against her titties, he heard her cough nervously, moving away every time his cock touched her bare thighs. After several nights of this sort of thing, as he rubbed it against her she did not move, but slowly put her hand down and began fondling his cock, then suddenly pulling him over her...she pushed it up into her cunt...pressing her titties against his face and whispered:
"Now...push...my boy -my own son -push! Mother will let you! Push harder...! Faster...! My own son -Faster!
Raoul told me that from that night on he had to fuck his mother at least twice a night, sometimes standing up, something sideways, then from behind, in fact, in every conceivable way. His sisters soon discovered what was going on nightly; they were not afraid anymore, but followed the poor boy all day, so that he was constantly forced to fuck either his sisters or his mother in all possible positions and places.
There was not a nook or corner in the house that they had not tackled him in. He had to fuck on chairs, on tables, on the floor, the kitchen bench, standing or lying, in all shapes and manners possible.
The sisters had long since lost all sense of shame and soon took turns, while one watched the performance, as soon as it was finished, she would take it in her mouth, sucking and licking it to make it hard again so that she could get hers while the other sister looked on. In a short time the mother got reckless and joined with her daughters.
At first, a lot of jealousy, causing trouble, sprang up, but, finally they agreed to share him equally among the three, so that often the sisters would call him at night and the mother would let him go.
After satisfying both sisters, he would return. In the meantime, the mother would again become passionate and as soon as he returned, would start playing with him, taking it in her mouth, doing everything possible to make him another erection, so as to satisfy herself.
Often, when he made the rounds of the three, his mother watching the others, would force him to fuck her again.
This would make it four times in succession he was forced to undergo.
She noticed that he was getting weak and haggard-looking, so she forbade the girls using him during the day time, so when she discovered that he fucked during the day and was unable to do his duty at night, she gave him a whipping.
As he told me this story, growing angrier all the time, damning the three women, I became more passionate.
I tried several times to take hold of his cock, but he, in his quiet way, begged me to leave him alone.
At last, I raised my skirts and forced him to play with my pussy, but to no avail.
Suddenly we heard the kitchen door open, interrupting our conversation. I was shaking with passion and nervous fright. It was Mr. Eveque, just returning home. Now my longing turned to him, thinking that he must satisfy me! I dismissed Raoul in such haste, that he was astonished, not knowing what to think of such actions.
I eagerly ran to Mr. Eveque, whom I had avoided since my affair with Mr. Horage in the cellar and Alois in Clementine's lap, but now, in my present state, my passions aroused to the highest pitch, I certainly was pleased to see him! I thought of his cock, which I was curious to see and fondle again, of the endearments that he had bestowed upon me, and at the same time thought of Raoul's mother and sisters, of whom I was now heartily jealous, for they had a cock whenever they wanted it...forgetting all about Pierre, my brother, who was now only too glad to fuck me whenever I asked him...for a long time now he did not interest me anymore.
I ran up to Mr. Eveque and before he had time to speak...I had my hand in his pants...feeling for his cock; throwing my other arm around his neck...I whispered:
"Hurry, hurry, before some one comes!"
I felt his cock get hard, but he answered:
"Hurry? What for? What do you want?"
I was not bashful and he merely asked me so as to hear me say the words, and he well knew what I wanted. Without hesitation, I said:
"I want to fuck you...quick!"
Without further ado, Mr. Eveque, trembling, threw himself onto me, nearly knocking me over, but I did not want it that way; holding his cock, I pulled him into the bedroom, threw myself on the bed; Mr. Eveque on trying to force his cock into me, nearly splitting me! I could stand this, so reaching down I cupped my hands around his cock, holding it just so that the head went in only. The pleasure was heavenly. I felt the pulse beats in his long cock and the head trembling in my slit. He pushed and pumped so that I wondered that I could ever want for any other man but him...the pleasure was so great, I called out:
"Oh...just keep on...that is so good..fuck me harder!"
He seemed to lose his senses when I felt the hot fluid as he finally squirted. It seemed that I had tasted very little of this exquisite pleasure and was not nearly satisfied...but he was all in. Then I wiped him dry. I was anxious to teach him what I had learned from Mr. Horage, so I began playing with his cock. I wanted him to screw me in my ass-hole, so I took his cock between my thumb and middle finger, playing around the head with my forefinger as I had seen Clementine do to Alois, but as this did not seem to help, I took his limber cock in my mouth, sucking and licking it around the head with my tongue. With my hands I played in the hair which was tickling my eyes, and fondled his balls anxiously watching his cock grow stiff and hard again. At last he grabbed me, ready for another 'piece' but putting my arms around his neck, I whispered into his ear:
"Don'tyou want to get it in farther?"
"Yes Yes!" he gasped "way in -but that won't go," as he tried to force his finger into my slit hard. I nearly screamed with pain, I pushed him away, saying:
"No, not that way -but it will go!"
"But how?"
He wanted to know.
I turned my back to him, reached back between my legs, took his cock in my hand and inserted it in my ass-hole. He grunted like a pig, as his cock which I had moistened with my saliva -slipped into me -he pushing it in further and further -indeed it seemed farther than Mr. Horage had succeeded in doing. It felt so glorious when he began tickling my cunt, that I could not wish for anything more!
He had now become so wild with passion, that I had to push his finger away or he would have torn my poor cunt, it was already bleeding. I squeezed my ass-hole together -he groaned with pleasure -I enjoyed his groaning, so I
69 squeezed repeatedly, but in consequence he went off before
I wanted him to; exhausted he leaned against the wall. As I raised up, I shook with pleasure feeling as though his cock was still inside of me; at this, the semen that he had injected there, ran down inside my legs, tickling me as it dripped down -but I could not rest. Under the pretense of wiping him off, I again began pushing his foreskin back and forth, but he begged me to leave him alone. I was not satisfied! I was still thinking of Raoul -his mother, his two sisters, so unabashed in a way, I had never acted towards
Mr. Eveque, I asked:
" Have you ever fucked naked ? "
He remarked, "Why, you have been in bed with me!"
To this I replied, "Yes, I mean all naked -without anything on?"
He asked, "Have you done it that way?"
"No!" I replied, "but I would like to. Have you ever done it that way?"
He smiled saying, "Of course! Why? I was married once."
"Did your wife die?"
"No, she is not dead."
"Then, where is she?"
"Why, she got to be a whore!"
I remembered Mr. Horage calling me that. I asked:
"Well, then, perhaps I am a whore?"
"Oh no!" he laughed outright at this question, "you are my dear little Josie!"
At that he caressed me, and I, taking advantage of this, began playing with his cock.
"I never screwed a little girl like you; do you like to fuck so much?"
Instead of answering, I stooped over and took his cock into my mouth -so that the hair tickled my face -but he would not get stiff.
Eveque only murmured occasionally: 70
"Oh-that feels so good!"
Then taking it out of my mouth, he rubbed it around my pussy with his hand; it tickled as if a big tongue was licking me!
"Is that good?" he asked.
"Yes! But why don't he stand up again!" I asked, "I want him to stand again!"
"If your mother knew what you are doing-" he suddenly remarked; I laughed saying:
"Mother would like to have father's stand oftener."
Getting curious, he asked:
"How do you know that?" still playing around my slit with his soft cock.
I told him of the scene that I had overheard. He listened eagerly and then said:
"So she told him she would find someone else to fuck her?"
Just then, his cock rose up as stiff as ever; he put me on his lap, astride him, and forced his cock into me as far as it would go.
I began jumping up and down and started "going off" again, telling him:
"I am coming -don't put it in so far -that hurts there there -I am coming again -!"
At this, he asked, "Why wouldn't your mother let me fuck her?"
As I jumped up and down, I replied, "I don't know!" He said, "Ask you mother to let me. Will you do that for me?"
"You can, for all of me," I said, "but keep on, please oh! that feel so good!"
He was now fucking in grand style, of course, thinking of what I had told him, while my mind was on Raoul's mother and his two sisters.
"Do you think that she will let me?" he asked, coughing.
"Perhaps! I don't know," I answered as he began pushing 71 harder. I warned him: "Not so deep!"
"I suppose with your mother I could get it away in?" "Certainly!"
"Would you like to have me fuck your own mother?"
To please him, I answered:
"Yes!"
Just then he began to squirt. I jumped up, but as he had not finished he got mad, saying:
"Lay still, you imp -you fool -don't run away before I am through!" so I had to finish it with my hand. It seemed as though he would never get through.
As it became now dark, I went to bed, Mr. Eveque doing the same, but after a while I got up, went to his room, took off my chemise and stood before his bed -naked.
At first he did not want me, but soon began petting my naked body, my titties and my pussy, then rubbed my nipples with his wet finger tips, then my stomach and finally began to play with my pussy.
by this time I was so passionate that I was trembling. I was afraid that someone might come in, so I pleaded:
"Come on, Mr-Eveque -hurry up!"
"Hurry? What for?" he asked.
I whispered, "I want to fuck you!"
"Now listen," he said, lifting me onto his bed and sitting me on his knee, trying to see my face in the dark:
"I have fucked you three times already today and you still want it some more?"
"Yes, but naked!" I replied.
"Just look at your pussy! It is all done up for this evening!"
"But this is not from this evening," I said, not thinking.
"So! From when is it?" he said slipping his finger into my slit, which excited me still more. "So, who have you been screwing? It seems to me that you are doing 'it' entirely too much! Tell me, who was it?" and he kept on putting his
72 finger into my pussy. I was almost crazy with excitement, but thinking quick, I decided to tell him about Mr. Horage, as he was also a grown-up man.
"Well? Who has been fucking you today besides me?" he asked, bending over me -filled with curiosity, still playing with my cunt: "Who? You must tell me!"
"Mr. Horage!" I replied.
He wanted to know all about it.
"The beer agent downstairs?" he asked.
I answered: "Yes!"
"Since when?"
"A long time!"
"Before I fucked you?"
"No, afterwards."
"Where did he catch you?"
"In the cellar."
"And how did it happen that he 'used you so hard'?"
"Because he has such a long cock."
"How long? Londer than mine?"
"Yes, much longer -but not so thick."
"And how often does he fuck you at a time?"
I lied to this saying, "Always five times."
At this he became excited, saying:
"All right! Come on! I will fuck you once more!"
I slid under him. He raised my chemise away up and I felt his naked body against me, but it was no use; his cock was soft and would not stand up.
"Damn it!" he whispered, "and surely I could like to!"
"So would I," I answered, pressing my cunt up against him, but still he would not stand.
"Come," said he, "take it in your mouth again; that will make him stand!"
I kept on trying, playing with it.
"Take it in your mouth! I suppose that you suck off Mr. Horage also?" "Yes!" I confessed.
He then began moving in the bed and I moved down, until his cock touched my mouth. I immediately took it between my lips, fearful that some of the folks might return home. His stomach was on my face -I could hardly breathe -but I kept right on with all my might. The fear of being disturbed worried me. Mr. Eveque had buried his face in a pillow and began working up and down as through he was screwing. After a while, I felt it getting harder and harder, until I could not take it all in my mouth anymore.
I felt the pulse beats and began to quiver. Quick as a cat, I slipped higher until I felt it between my legs. Taking hold of it, I quickly forced it into my opening as far as I could holding my hands around the part remaining out. I was so much pleased as I felt it working in and out! He now fucked like mad -saying:
"I would never have thought I could do it once more."
"Pushharder!" Ibegged, "pushharder -!"
Putting his hands on my titties, he played with the nipples with his wet fingers, so that I felt the pleasure down to the soles of my feet! Loosening my hands slightly -I felt him going in deeper in me.
"Wait," he said, "now you little imp -you little whore I'll show you!" pressing his mouth to my ear, he started licking his tongue around it and in it. I felt as though I was playing with someone and at the same time felt as though I was being fucked by six cocks at once -in my pussy -my mouth -both ears and my nipples. I could hardly refrain from screaming with pleasure, but I had to talk:
"Lord! Mr. Eveque -that is so good! I will let nobody else ever do it to me again but you -Lord! I am coming put it away in -" I let him in a little deeper; it began to hurt, but I did not mind.
"Just wait!" he whispered, as he kept on working his tongue in my ear:
"I'll teach you to fuck -I'll fix you so that you won't want to go to that cellar again and fuck on beer barrels -I'll fuck
74 you as I did my wife -even if I knock you up -I don't care! Pushing up against me... There -do you feel that? "
I was so overcome, that I kept on fucking and talking:
"No, Mr. Eveque, I'll not go into that cellar any more I'll never let Mr. Horage fuck me again -nobody -only you -you just alone -I will not stay with Alois again -nor Pierre -nor Robert -no soldier again -only you!"
"You have had so many cocks already?"
"Yes," I said, "and many more; a number of other boys."
He kept on screwing with great energy.
"Well then, I need not worry that you will ever accuse me!"
"No, Mr. Eveque," I stammered in ecstasy, "you must, fuck me every day -your cock feel so good in my cunt Oh! I am coming again -keep on -faster -harder if anything happens -you must say that Horage did it -you must let me fuck you every day -yes, every day -oh -ah -ah! Let happen what will -I will keep on fucking you until you can get it all in!"
And so we kept on, without conversation; my hands burned -my pussy burned -my ears burned -my breath came short -Eveque now working like a machine! We kept on at least for an hour! Several times I ventured to ask: "Aren'tyou through soon?"
"No! "he said.
His cock kept on working up into me -I was all in -the last time that I 'went off -it was more pain than pleasure, as if a cramp had seized my whole body, and felt only that burning sensation in my almost raw pussy.
"Not yet?"
"Soon!"
After awhile:
"Please, Mr. Eveque -it is hurting mc terribly!" "Right away, my dear. Can't you come again?" "No! I can't come anymore. Please squirt -please, Mr. Eveque, please go off!"
He made one awful push. I thought that he would split my cunt in two, then he began to ejaculate -so much that it seemed like he was urinating, wetting the bed as his d scharge kept coming on. He laid on me like a log, groaning. I crawled out from under him, half dazed. Pushing me away, he said:
"Now, get out here, you imp -you damned little whore!"
Without answering I went to my bedroom, put on my shirt, threw myself on the bed. My slit burned inside and around the edges like fire. I thought that I must be torn and bleeding. I made a light and examined myself with a hand mirror. I of course found no blood, but was surprised to see how red and inflamed it was and how open it stood. I ached all over; I laid down, blew out the light and in a few minutes heard the folks returning home. I made as though I were asleep, swallowed my finger while they ate their supper, and I finally did fall asleep.
The next day Mr. Eveque was sick. He remained in bed, putting cold towels on his face and I believe on some other place. I felt good, with the exception of a slight inflammation in my slit. Mr. Eveque did not look at me and I avoided talking to him. He slept mostly all day, but as I passed his bed in the evening, he whispered:
"This is your fault!"
I became frightened as this, and running to mother's room I asked her:
"What ails Mr. Eveque?"
She answered, "Idon'tknow; he'ssick."
In a few minutes she went into the kitchen and I heard her inquire:
"What really seems to be the matter, Mr. Eveque?"
I became terribly frightened, as I was sure that he would say:
"It is Josie's fault," but he whispered something that I could not understand, and then I heard mother say: "Go on, don't tell me that!"
I carefully tip-toed to the door to listen, cost what it might; I was bound to hear what was going on. He whispered again and she said in low tones:
"But why did you do that? "
He answered, "The girl got me excited! I tell you that I was crazy!"
Listening to this more dead than alive, I was very much frightened. Mother then said:
"But she must have been a dirty bitch?"
To which he replied, "No -no -no -she was just a child and did not know what she was doing! She was about as old as your Josie," at which I breathed easier, but mother clasped her hands together, saying:
"And you dared mistreat a child?"
Mr. Eveque laughed, saying:
"Nonsense! Mistreat nothing! When she herself takes my cock out of my pants and puts it in her mouth and begins to suck? How could I mistreat a child, doing such a thing?"
But mother was indignant, saying:
"How bad the children are nowadays; it shows that you cannot watch them enough," then she lowered her voice to a whisper, so I could only surmise what she was saying from his answers. He seemed to be getting better, as he remarked:
"Why no, it wouldn't go in at all -just a little ways give me your hand -I will show you!"
"No! No! Thank you! What are you thinking of?"
"Well, there would be no harm," said Mr. Eveque. Mother interrupted him, saying:
"How often did you say?"
He lied, "Six times!"
I was amused by this, as I knew that mother had no idea of the facts.
"Six times I had to do it. She would not rest!" "Go on!" mother broke in, "impossible! Six times -why do you lie like that?"
"But I will tell you," he insisted, "you see I can hardly move -six times!"
"Oh no -" mother did not believe him, "no man can stand that!"
"Listen, Mrs. Mavraux, hasn't your husband ever done it to you six times?" Mother snickered, saying:
"Yes, what of it -?" Just then someone came in, which ended the conversation, but I felt relieved of all fear.
He was sick for several days; not down in bed, but walking around the kitchen in his drawers and slippers and an old overcoat over his shoulders. He often sat with mother and I noticed that they still talked about "the affair."
A few days later, I was excused from school at ten o'clock in the morning.
Going home, I saw that there was no one in the kitchen, but as I looked through the glass door leading into the bedroom, which was locked, I spied mother and Mr. Eveque. I kept very quiet, hoping to overhear their conversation. Sneaking to the door, I listened.
Mother was saying:
"You heard nothing, that is a lie!"
He replied, "But just think back? You told him that you had not 'gone off yet, and wanted him to make a second round!"
Mother laughed saying, "Him -and a second round! I am happy that he is able to make the first round!"
"Well, you see," Mr. Eveque eagerly replied, "he is so weak that he comes before you do."
Mother answered, "I guess that other men are no better."
"But that is where you are mistaken," replied Mr. Eveque. "I can hold it back as long as I like. It makes no difference if you want to come three times before I go off once!"
Mother laughed, "Anybody can say that! I don't believe it!"
"Let me try it and I will show you!"
Mother shook her head saying:
"No, no, you know very well that I would not do that!"
He took hold of her by her hips:
"Come on! I feel like going a couple of rounds!"
They began to tussle.
"Let me go, Mr. Eveque, or I will scream!" He released her but stood close to her, whispering: "Come on -let me do it. I have long admired you.'' She stepped back, shaking her head, and then said: "Now leave me alone; I am a decent woman, don't forget that."
My mother was a good-looking, slender, but well-built woman, about thirty-six years old, a fresh-looking face and blonde hair.
"No one would imagine you have had three children," Eveque remarked, "I mean by looking at your face. I presume that otherwise it would be noticeable?"
"It is not noticeable. I am just as fresh as when I was a girl," she said.
Now he tried the doubtful tack, saying:
"Oh, goon, your breasts will undoubtedly show it."
Mother answered, indignantly saying, "My breasts are the same as they always were."
He tried to take a feel of them, saying, "I must convince myself."
Mother stepped back, saying, "If you don't believe it leave it!"
He succeeded in putting his hand on one of them, however, and squeezing it, shouted with joy:
"Why -that is most wonderful! They are just like a young girl's. I have never seen anything like it in my life!"
"Now, do you see! Now, do you believe?"
"I certainly do believe it!" taking the other tittie in his hand. My mother made no objections. He went on still playing with her titties so that I could see the titties getting quite hard.
"You are foolish to exert yourself as you do, trying to get satisfaction from your husband, when another man will do anything if you just let him for the sake of those beautiful breasts!"
"But I am a good woman," standing perfectly quiet and allowing him to play.
"Good nonsense," he continued, "when a woman can't get satisfaction from her husband -her obligation ceases. Nature must be satisfied." At that he unbuttoned her waist, taking the naked titties in his hands.
"Now, stop!" she whispered, trying to get away from him, but he stooped and kissed her left nipple and saw how she was trembling.
"Stop! Stop!" she again whispered.
She was standing in front of the bed, which had not yet been made up from the night before. He shoved her over immediately got on top of her -between her legs. She fought him -he could hardly hold her down.
"No! -No! -" she whispered, "I won't! I am a good woman."
"Nonsense," he said, "I think that you have had a strange cock before this."
"No -never -go away -or I'll scream!"
He was already feeling her slit with his cock, saying:
"Don't be foolish; I will make it good," and I could see how he was fondling and squeezing her titties.
"But if someone should come?" pleaded mother.
"Nobody is going to come," as he was pushing hard. She now lay perfectly quiet, just murmuring:
"Don't do it -I beg of you not to do it -," then suddenly she laughed, saying:
"Why -you can't even find your way in -wait! I will help you!"
Soon I heard her sigh -he had found the "opening". In an instant everything was changed -she trembled from head
80 to foot, spread her legs away apart -he put his arms around her, saying: "Dear, we do it so!"
I knew his every movement as he was now fucking with all his might and pleasure. I was at a loss for what to do; to watch them or to run into the cellar and look for Mr. Horage.
But, fearing that they might hear me, I remained where I was.
Mother now began to work with Mr. Eveque.
He said to her, "Oh, but you do it wonderfully! Such a warm, small pussy -such wonderful work -I could hold it back forever -just always leave it in -!"
Mother was breathing hard and fast, and finally she began to talk:
"Such a big, thick cock and so sweet -oh, but that is different from what I have had -go on -faster -faster, please -I feel it away up in my titties -oh, screw hard -I am coming right away!"
"Just take your time," said Mr. Eveque, "I won't go yet."
"Oh, but this is different from what I have had -gee, but that is good -! I have never experienced anything like it, when you don't have to hurry!" she whispered. "My husband would have been through long ago; oh, that is so good -now, put it way in -keep on -my huband could never do it like this -!"
"You wouldn't want me to take it our right now, would you?" said Eveque, withdrawing it slightly.
Mother screamed softly, holding him tight, as she again put it in.
She said, "Oh goodness! I am coming -for goodness sake don't take it out now, please -!" He just bounced up and down:
"Oh goodness! Had I known how good this is -and such a wonderful cock and how you can fuck -Now -Now -!" She started crying, laughing and smacking her lips, 81 gasping for breath. He kept right on. She said, "I went off!"
"It makes no difference, you can 'come' again," as he went on at it again.
"Oh -I am really coming again! -Oh! my husband could never do that -oh, I am dying -I feel your cock away up in my mouth now -I beg of you -take my titties
-play with them -! There -there keep right on fucking, please-!"
He exerted himself more, whispering:
"Now I can play with your titties? Now you are not yelling 'I am a good woman,' with my cock in your cunt -all such nonsense ceases."
She answered, pleased, "Yes -yes -just leave it in there -I am coming again -! I don't care if anyone does come -I don't care if I get a child with you!"
He was now working like mad, holding her legs away up; I heard a rattle in his throat which I well knew, saying:
"Now! Now, I am going to squirt!"
"Goon! Squirt!"
She trembled with pleasure, as she received the discharge. She began to giggle:
"Oh my, I am coming with you -I will surely have a baby
-but I don't care -when my husband goes off he lays perfectly quiet, but you keep working -! Oh, how heavenly
-if my husband really goes off twice -it sure is his limit!"
Then they both lay quiet. It was over!
Finally they sat up, mother sitting there with her hair down and her dress all mussed up; she held her hands before her face smiling at him through her fingers. Pulling her hands away, he said, "Now, everything is all right?"
"Such a cock -such a cock!" she said as she held it with both hands, admiring it.
"I feel as though it was inside of me yet!"
Then she stooped and took it all in her mouth; as if by magic -it stood up again, hard and stiff as ever. He took it out of her mouth and said: "Come, let us do it again!"
She said, "No -no, could you really do it once more -?" "That is nothing; five times more if nobody comes in," he said.
"Oh, let us hope that nobody comes," cried mother. "I don't know; I think that I must be crazy -I can't stand it!"
"I think," said he, "for fear that someone might come and surprise us, we won't lie down; we will sit here."
So seating himself on a chair, his big staff standing up stiff and hard, mother carefully straddled him, and with her hands quickly guided his cock into her cunt. Soon she was jumpingup and down like a "jumping-jack."
"Oh, my goodness! This is much better!" she said, "I can feel it tickling my heart!''
He muttered, "You see, if you had not always been so proud, you could have done this a long time ago."
Mother said, "Hold my breasts -hold me all over! I have been married fifteen years but I have never been fucked like this -! My husband does not deserve a true woman."
He was now kissing the first nipple and then the other.
"I am coming -always coming -every minute nature asserts itself -oh, you good man! How wonderful you doit! I am coming again -again -!"
I soon heard the familiar rattle in his throat again; in one last effort he raised her way up, holding on to her titties, but she noticed nothing. Laying quietly against him, she received his discharge. I saw her whole body trembling, then for a long time she lay there as dead. They finally got up; suddenly mother knelt in front of him, taking his cock she began to suck and lick it like one gone mad. He then remarked:
"Well, shall we enjoy this often?" as she stepped away.
Then she said, "I am always alone in the morning -you 83 know."
He shook his head, saying, "But I must go to work in the morning."
"Then I will come to you at night, when my husband is in the bar, drinking wine."
"And what of the children?"
"Oh, don'tmind them; they sleep."
He must have thought of me as he answered, "Don't be too sure about the children sleeping.''
"Oh, no," she insisted, "they won't hear anything. Doesn't my husband always fuck me when they sleep and they don't hear anything."
"Well, I am willing."
At this time, she was playing with his cock in her mouth, only stopping to speak.
Just then he said, "Now let me have one more -quick before somebody comes!"
She sprang up, saying, "For goodness sake -is it possible? Then hurry up. I am only coming once this time," throwing herself on the bed, she raised her dress, but he said:
"No, turn around!"
He stood her in front of the bed, made her stoop over until her dress rested on the bed spread, then raising her dress he pushed his cock into her from behind. I heard another gurgle, then sighing, she whispered:
"I am coming already! Oh, please come with me now."
He then withdrew his cock, sat down on a chair and wiped the perspiration from his forehead. She got a basin filled with water, squatted down over it and washed her pussy. When she finished, she went to him and begged him to kiss the nipples once more, which he did eagerly. Then she buttoned up her waist, saying:
"Perhaps I can come to you tonight."
"I shall be glad to have," he replied.
Suddenly she asked him, "And now, about the little wench 84 that you fucked six times?" never dreaming that she was talking about me.
He answered, "What about her?"
"Are you going to fuck after this?"
Eveque smiled, "You are jealous?"
"Yes!" she said, "I want you to fuck me -only me!"
"But you let others fuck you?"
Mother was astonished, "I? What do you mean?"
"Well, you let your husband fuck you, don't you?"
"Oh, gee, him? I shall never let him again!"
"Impossible! He will want it sometimes."
"Well," she hesitated, "he can only do it every two or three weeks; that I'm sure will not annoy you; he gets in a little ways, too or three jerks and he is through."
"Well, then, I will only fuck my girl every two or three weeks, and I don't put it all the way in, so, we are even."
"I beg of you; you might get caught and you will surely be arrested."
He laughed, saying, "No, no, they won't catch me, and you will certainly get your share even if I do fuck my girl occasionally."
"You had better get out now," mother told him. "It is almost noon and somebody is liable to come."
She hugged him once more, he putting his hands on both her titties.
Feeling his pants, she kissed him and he came out of the room.